The end came. It came just the same. In broken marbles and lazy door stops. It flung open the window and shouted. What do you want.
Her gods all at a loss for what disaster to posit next.
The end came. And then it went. THe world forgot. As is its strength.
Her gods speculating. On when we would understand the random. The butterfly that sneezes in every breath.
The end came. And began again. Waiting for her resolution. Bits of tape on the edge of her breasts patent their men. Partial solutions.
Collapes. Under the weight of absent saviors.
She reacts. As anyone would. Hatiing the maze that has kept her searching.